In that early autumn season, on the bank of the Shuihe River where the cool breeze was blowing, the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard faintly from the sunny sky, which faded away the bleakness of the autumn, and rippled the waves, sometimes near and sometimes far away, as if someone was singing or someone was sighing.
Under the green trees, on the long water bank, it seemed that I was back to the Qingming Willow Bank again. He kissed him softly and said, "Wait until I come back to marry you."